Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 122

Cordelia sat slumped at her desk, now changed into her cozy pajamas. Elbows planted firmly on the wood, she cradled her smartphone in her hands, awaiting a reply from the members of her social group chat.

Since yesterday, the question had been gnawing at her, who exactly was Everard? Even Sanderson, the guy who knew everyone in town, didn’t recognize the name. Could it be that Everard was a ghost, a figment of her Imagination?

This morning’s chat in the Pioneers Group sparked a realization, the group was a melting pot of professionals from various fields. Surely someone might know him, right?

But after she posted her question, the chat fell eerily silent.

After a torturous two–minute wait, a reply finally popped up.

Bland asked, [Lia, are you pulling our leg? How could you not know him?]

Cordelia blinked, her instincts telling her that Bland knew Everard. She typed back hastily, [Who is he?]

Silence fell over the group once again.

Just as she was about to probe further, another message came through.

Nolnterruptions said, [Never heard of him.]

Like an icebreaker, the message prompted a flurry of responses.

Pianoman said, [Nope, doesn’t ring a bell.]

Mathster replied, [A mystery to me.]

Painter said, [Who?]

Chef replied, [Not a clue.]

Others all replied, [No idea.]

Everyone chimed in except Louie Adams. Cordelia’s brow furrowed as she read the stream of ignorance, finally addressing Bland directly, [So, you’re the one who knows him, @Bland?]

Bland replied, [No, I definitely do not.]

was confused, texting.

a brain fart. Got the name

speechless, […]

nobody

for a moment before echoing Painter’s earlier message – [If anyone digs up anything about him, I’d appreciate a

and opened the book “The Periodic Table” that she’d borrowed from her grandmother. The technical jargon was almost alien to her, making

pages with a

“learning never ends” couldn’t have been more true. She had thought her high school education was comprehensive

down on her efforts.

her a cup of milk and honey. “Get some sleep, dear. You

good

her alarm when a new message popped

you asking about this

held back from Louie. She pondered for a moment before replying with the naked truth, (He’s my boyfriend]

No way. Is he in Greenmeadow?]

replied, [Yes, do you know

minutes before sending back a

her distance? They hadn’t even been in

replying. I can’t stay away from him, my heart literally

expected Louie to misunderstand, thinking she was waxing poetic about love, just as Lorna and Sanderson would. But how could

she could decide,

moment’s thought, she responded:

Louie went silent.

indicator blinked for another ten minutes, but still no message. Was

see your granddad about a treatment tomorrow, and

knew. He

him immediately, but Cordelia was patient by nature. If Louie said tomorrow, she would

single word – [Okay]

her hair, and slipped into bed. Just as she was about to turn off the device, it

What could he want at this late hour?

familiar voice, more velvety than she remembered,

more appealing. She hesitated before finally

can’t sleep,” he stated, his voice so soothing it seemed to caress the night